My sister bought me a psychic reading
by Scott Ferry
and the lovely lady describes the block
in my fifth chakra and how it swallows
up my words before they can escape.
My father barges into the metaphorical
room, because we speak on cell phones.
She stops, stammers, her voice
reveals an edge of bewilderment.
Your father wants to tell you
in no uncertain terms
that you are not going to leave early
like he did. That was his road, not yours.
If you look, both sides of the family
are full of stubborn people
that live a long time.
She laughs, pauses, like someone
just caught her in her bathroom
while she was brushing her teeth,
blared orders at her through a megaphone,
then shut the door again.
That seems legit, I think.
I don’t believe she could fake that.
About the Author
Scott Ferry helps to heal our veterans as a RN. He has recent work in Cultural Weekly, Swimming with Elephants, Slippery Elm, among others. He is a finalist in the 2019 Write Bloody Chapbook Contest. His first collection, The only thing that makes sense is to grow, is coming soon from Moon Tide Press.